Turning the grip thumbs clad in leather to give them grip. Roar of the hog as the valves open, my Fat Boy heading for the open road. Sleek and black with gleaming chrome, seat laid back engine throbbing and starting to groan. Iron horse, my trusted steed leaves the smog of the town at good … Continue reading My Fat Boy
Meditation
Sitting in silence in the middle of the room, eyes are shut but colours come with a boom. Empty my mind of the daily grind but wonder what I will find. Music rifts drift seeping into my soul, rain drops trickle onto a metal bowl. my body has long since left it's just … Continue reading Meditation
In My Car
In my car that's taken me far, along miles and miles of tar. I sing to the radio and tap on the wheel, press on the break to bring it to heal. It takes me to work and to play, and sometimes takes me out for the day. I don’t want to change it in … Continue reading In My Car
Shadow of Doom
In the dark and desolate land, I felt someone take my hand. I shuddered and my heart quickened as their grip on me thickened. I'm rooted to the spot turning cold from hot. Shadows engulf me, darkening the night, they left me wondering, as I could not fight. Fear was here and I dare … Continue reading Shadow of Doom
Election
No MPs just candidates peddling their lies and messages of hate, now the election has a date when we all go to rate. Will they buy bombs, or give money to moms? Will they look after the old or just leave them out in the cold. They all say their words but some are absurd, … Continue reading Election
Pushing Through
Pushing through for me and you, making tunnels in what we do, clean the house, polish a shoe all done for me and you. Watching out for the dew on the grass, time to raise another glass. Walking along hand in hand wanting to be in nether land. Having a dream that we are a … Continue reading Pushing Through
Summer Days
Sweaty, sticky, tacky heat; talking about the change in weather with everyone you meet. Rotary fans and ice cream vans, people making holiday plans. Windows down on cars and vans, babies out in pushchairs and prams enjoying the heat with their mams. Barbecues start to be used, sausage and chicken and burgers, finger licking; Washing … Continue reading Summer Days
They Just Stare
You sit there upright in your chair and people just stop and stare. They talk to me like your not there as though talking to you they don’t dare. They don’t see the pain in your face they think you should always have good grace. Then there’s the others who want to race even though … Continue reading They Just Stare
Power of Waves
I like walking on the beach watching the tide amble it’s way in, filling rock pools and breaching sand castle walls, as it fizzes and bubbles and crawls. The coldness of the sea make calf’s go tight and feet sink into the soft sand below. The sea advances with no stopping jumping and hopping as … Continue reading Power of Waves
Beautiful Day
Wind blows through shimmering trees, blossom flies up to the sky with the bees. freshly cut grass makes you sneeze, children playing with dirty knees trees turn green for as far as the eye can see. Birds pick at insects and worms before departing on isotherms. the wind lifts them to the sky on their wings, carrying … Continue reading Beautiful Day
Rhythm of the Ink 
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